Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Rekid,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.